tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68621827969633550202017-09-05T18:53:01.764-07:00Melanie Rae Bertenshaw's PlaceCash Nevehttps://plus.google.com/100914938548163059515noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862182796963355020.post-90397034051915830292010-07-08T16:53:00.000-07:002010-07-08T17:04:32.925-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">AGED PERFECTION</span><br /><br />I search for words that will not sting.<br />A memory in time that is not bitter.<br />Why is my soul so despairing?<br />My life has not ended, its beginning<br /><br />Why do I not, grasp this gift?<br />Learn to live an honest existence.<br />Settle down have a few kids,<br />Get that white picket fence and....<br /><br />Live life again.<br />Oh wait, I had all that,<br />I let it go for alcohol and pills.<br />I lived vicariously through others.<br /><br />Allowed them to abuse me,<br />Sought their approval.<br />I lived shamelessly,<br />Unwilling to change,<br /><br />Until I was an imitation of me.<br />Until I was insane.<br />I’m back again,<br />Slowly turning pages of time.<br /><br />I will write out my contempt,<br />In aged, perfection,<br />A writer’s rejection, of self obsession </strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Copywrite Melanie Rae 2010</span></strong>Cash Nevehttps://plus.google.com/100914938548163059515noreply@blogger.com3